A Thirst For Gold, The

Nothing Can Confound A Wise Man More Than Laughter From A Dunce.

Father Of Light! Great God Of Heaven! Hear'st Thou The Accents Of Despair? Can Guilt Like Man's Be E'er Forgiven? Can Vice Atone For Crimes By Prayer.

A Feast Not Profuse But Elegant; More Of Salt [refinement] Than Of Expense.

In The Desert A Fountain Is Springing, In The Wide Waste There Still Is A Tree, And A Bird In The Solitude Singing, Which Speaks To My Spirit Of Thee

Age Shakes Athena's Tower, But Spares Gray Marathon.